a day in the life of piano monkey

ford@ senate judiciary committee. win mcnamee/AP i go to the gym during day time. today i was watching ford-kavanaugh hearing. the one lady who came in the middle of dr. ford's testament, the same lady who once said 'ms. clinton should wear something better than that ugly suit for the campaign,' then said: "she shouldve reported that 30 years ago." i was so angry that i ended up making some sort of animal noise. the group of ladies who socialize looked at my direction and continued. "if my daughter experienced this, she would surely have reported right away." "she's drinking coke. shouldnt she stay away from caffein?" ---------------------------- okay, your daughter will be believed. because she has rich, white, powerful family (the lady often talk across the gym about her personal life, so we cannot not hear it).  your daughter's been taught since she was a little dot, that she has the right to speak out. you

one of my favourite murals near chinatown, @hogtown vegan's wall with a couple turns of events, i am wearing another small hat for work. i should put all of them on a keychain, lol. i decided it's time for me to learn something that ive been dreading/was never good at/find frustrating (probably because im not so good at it): managing. to manage: 1560s, probably from Italian maneggiare "to handle," especially "to control a horse," ultimately from Latin noun manus "hand" (from PIE root *man- (2) "hand"). Influenced by French manège "horsemanship" (earliest English sense was of handling horses), which also was from Italian. Extended to other objects or business from 1570s. Sense of "get by" first recorded 1650s. https://www.etymonline.com/word/manage well, if anyone knows about being kicked, it would be horse people. and sometimes, people tell you a particular point over and over in one's life. but somehow, it kin

i finally was at right time and right place to see the documentary: mcqueen. https://youtu.be/4OjX3ZbsfbU growing up in the 90s in canada, i saw fair bit of fashion television as english-learning teenager.  the world that was so far from everyday (especially for a dry cleaner/laundromat owners' daughter who was teased constantly for being overweight with big thick glasses), seemed ridiculous.  after many days and nights of sewing buttons on freshly washed button down shirts, and measuring my customers for new pants hem length, i became bulletproof practical about 'fashion': if it is washable, breathable, non-ironing and long-lasting, i will buy it!  *this is still quite true, haha. though, in much ridiculousness, there were few images that i do remember from these 'fashion' vignettes- they were somehow different. i didnt really understand it, but i saw that there were some real beauty in this haute couture culture. (my favourite houses are mcqueen, dolce & ga

the promised rain here today. all day, they say. rain rain well stay if you want i guess. papercut opoposite. and like a little kid, i sought opposite. -------------------- this summer, i got to the sahara desert. it's been a dream of mine. it was vast, quiet, hot yet cool. so different from the volcanic desert of inner iceland- full of gale wind, exploding gaysers and vibrant multicolour streams with minerals in them. sahara was warm colours. and blue. so much blue. it was still full of life still, though the road to tumbuktu has been quiet for a long time. and the silence. it was a full moon night when we camped. i walked out for good hour in the middle of the night. lie down on the sand, cooling quickly, i saw the moon so bright. to be erased - foot steps. and no one, nothing around. even the air was still. today, even downtown is quiet. no honking to break the air. i cant help myself but to pull these pictures out, they were right. desert was, and is a

just outside this morning; where did summer go? dear blog, i realize that i abandoned you in last four months- 119 days to be exact. somehow, there's a weird relief that ive realized it before the full 120 days, not that it would make a huge difference. lots of things happened, and ive been many places. ive seen many people, and ive met a few persons. the summer that was hot, and the summer that now was. all these things, i believe, will come out in little threads here and there. may be even HERE. as the low sky full of clouds casts a pause into the city- a rarity, onto the city, i picked up the book that ive been meaning to read, but has been too 'noisy' for. the book asked me straight: what is silence? where it is? why is it more important now than ever? it's perhaps a bit too magical. but here i am. it's always bit weird to get back into the city and get back into life where people/ideas/things constantly move around, with communication th